why you want to be my friend

To say we baked yesterday is like saying the sea is a pond.

or Outlander is just a book.

or Starbucks is just coffee.

I mean, we freaking baked people.

I even had a little "helper."

Who "helped" way longer than I thought she would.

She rolled nearly all 6 dozen of the snickerdoodles.

And rocked my mom's vintage apron in the process.

Here she is cracking her own self up with her version of the snickerdoodle.

Mama!  It's a snickernoodle!

She's funny, this one.

I was seriously in the kitchen from 9 in the am til 5 in the pm.

It's like I was working a full time job.

A full time, eat a cookie every 10 minutes and gain 5 pounds, full time job.

But it was worth it.

Look at the goodness.

I didn't even get pictures of the gingerbread. 

I was pretty over the whole thing by then.

But this is why you want to be my friend.

I have a whole box with no one to give them too.

Might as well be you!

You have until tomorrow night (Sunday!) at 8 to leave a comment.

Winner gets the cookies.